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She pressed her lips against his to shut him up, dragging him along to the car. Even though she knew she would never need to, it was nice to not have to put up a fight. Talia tried not to take advantage of the fact that she had him wrapped around her finger- The worst she’d ever do was use it so that he’d agree to take the day off and stay in bed. “I knew you would be. I stopped by at lunch but you were working so I didn’t interrupt you, which means you haven’t eaten since breakfast.” She laughed and shook her head, elbowing him a little. “Shut it. I’m not, and we both know that. But I am right now.”

“Well, you know. New year means a whole batch of new albums and new songs and everything. January is always the busiest.” Though his excuses fell short because it was a busy time not only for him, but for her also-- maybe even more so because dancing was hard. He could only imagine how much she had to do. 

She smiled to herself as she leaned down to peck his cheek, then his lips. “Ah, no can do, mon coeur,” she mumbled, pulling his headphones off and wrapping them up, setting them aside. Her hands grabbed the back of his chair and slid it backward so she could get to the soundboard and shut it down. “We’re done here for tonight. You’re coming home with me and we’re gonna eat and take a bath and I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you. Can’t do that if you’re hunched over a mixing board all night, can I?”

Minjun didn’t put up nearly the amount of fight that one would if they actually wanted to stay so it was blatantly obvious that he didn’t. “I’m not done here though.” His protests were weak as he let her shut down the systems and put away the things he had managed to drag out throughout the day. “I am a little hungry...” He mumbled and it was already obvious he was going to give in to her-- Minjun always gave into her. “Of course. Of course. You’re always right, love. I can’t do that if I’m holed up in here.” 

It was nearly 8:30 and Talia still hadn’t gotten the call from Minjun that she should come find him so they could go home. Usually, he was the one reminding her of what time it was, that they needed to get home and eat. Since the end of November, she’d been doing what she could to remember it and make time for things that weren’t work. A week without him had been too stressful for either of them to want to do again.

Ever since the end of nearly all of their idol’s promotions, Minjun has been nose deep in doing this best to compose and write and repeat. It wasn’t that is was hard, he simply had a lot to do and he was way too caught up. His fingers slid over the soundboard-- he knew it by heart now and it helped that the company was kind enough to accommodate him with a special braille included one. It honestly made his life so much easier. He was much to caught up in his tracks, headphones tight over his ears and eyes even closed as he adjusted what needed to be for the song to sound the best. Minjun didn’t know what group to give it to yet, but he was thinking of calling for that Brandi girl to grab a solo with this song. 

“Mhm, and why’s that, huh?” she teased breathily. It was getting hard to keep herself in check since they were still very much in public. But all she wanted to do was please him and make up for being so absent recently. Not to mention that she had the same needs that he did and she’d never wanted him more than she did right now.

“Why do you think?” He chuckled, almost to the point that he didn’t care if they were in the truck or in the bedroom or where ever. He just wanted-- needed her. Would it really be such a bad thing if they just did it in the truck. It was late, no one would know.

“Neither of those were particularly poetic, but you can hold me against you whenever you want. Like right now.” She snaked her arms around his neck, pressing her lips roughly against his. To say she’d missed this was an understatement; she had no idea how much she needed him until she was already moving her kisses down his neck and her hands through his hair. 

“I tried. I’m a little preoccupied, sorry.” Minjun barely mumbled before she was kissing him and he was beginning to understand that he missed her so much more than he thought. It was obvious in the way he leaned into her touch and his hands never stopped roaming. Little sighs coming from him as soon as she was moving down his neck. 

“You say that like there’d be someone else I’d want to be with.” She laughed a little, patting his hand. “Many may try but none will succeed. Because you’re stuck with me, I hope you’re fully aware that I’m yours and no one could change that. I’m sorry that I haven’t been giving you what you need. I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.” 

“I’ll hold you to that-- hold you against me? Something poetic like that, I don’t know.” He mumbled, only slightly startled at the sudden weight on his lap, but quickly adjusting to it with an eagerness in his expression and voice. It’s a habit at this point to slip his fingers under the hem of her shirt and press against the skin above the waist of her pants and that’s exactly what he does, head tilting to the side to accommodate her, just like he always did. 

“Trust me when I say you’re the only one I’m ever putting my face that close to ever again.” She squeezed his leg a little, laughing. “Don’t be sorry, it was just unexpected. Baby, why didn’t you say anything? You know I would’ve ditched if I knew you were feeling neglected. Giving you the best sex of your life is infinitely more important than approving filming schedules.” He was really surprising her tonight, that was for sure. “Then why is this the first time I’m hearing about it? I’m always up for adventurous sex. Oh yeah, like where? And how long is this list, huh?”

“I sure hope so.” Minjun hummed, being very obvious in his actions. “I don’t want to have to go beating up some people who’re trying to take you from me.” He joked with a little laugh. “Well... I guess I didn’t exactly realize how neglected I was feeling until I had all your attention again.” It was more of a chuckle than anything at her question and he sighed, head tilting back a little as he pretended to think.

She gagged a little. “Oh god, please do not suggest that again because I will have to pull over so I can vomit. My relationship with him ends before our faces come within a foot of each other. It’s always been completely platonic and will always be completely platonic.” Sighing, she nodded to herself. “Mhm. Backstage at shows, mostly. At least, that’s what he told me.” A laugh of shock at his sudden confidence. “Whoa, are you okay?” She leaned over to check his temperature with the back of her hand. “Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend who blushed for a solid minute before suggesting that he might mumble the word ‘fuck’? You just said it twice. But you know you don’t have to ask me twice.” Her hand moved a little higher on his leg. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to hear all the places you’ve thought about fucking me.”

“I’d have to agree with you there. I don’t want his face to come anywhere nears yours either.” He agreed, laughing a little in embarrassment. “Sorry... I’m just... I’m really in a mood tonight. I don’t know.  Maybe I’m just getting needy after you’ve been so busy.” It hadn’t even occurred to him that such a word slipped out of his mouth, but he couldn’t be bothered by it now. “But I mean it’s true. I’ve thought about more than just those few places, but we should start small for now. We’ve got a while to make it through the list.” 

She laughed humorlessly. “Please. I heard all about those two, and it wasn’t impressive that they did it there. Really. Not even the most public place. Maybe the most openly public, but not in terms of how many people were around.” Absentmindedly, she ran her hand down his arm, eventually settling it on his knee. “Or you could just sit in one spot and I could ride you. Necessity is the mother of finding alternative ways to fuck, babe. I told you, we’ll always figure something out. We have so far, haven’t we?”

“Sometimes... it’s really odd to hear about how close you are to him. I feel like you should be marrying him instead of being my girlfriend...” He hummed, brow furrowed at this fact. “Wait-- you’re saying they did it in more public places? Like with more people around?” He grew a little quiet, running through a list in his head. “We should have sex in more places.” Minjun mumbled, mostly to himself before loudly declaring, “I want to fuck you on the couch in my studio. I mean-- it only seems right. It’s my studio and you’re my girlfriend... I should ah... what do people say.. break it in. We. We should break it in.” A little nod and he was satisfied with his logic before adding, “And your studio too. I wanna fuck you in your studio. And we should do it on the couch too and the bathroom and the kitchen counter for good measure.” 

She shrugged a little. “Neither am I. Maybe that’s why we’re friends. He went to get help, though, and I think that makes up for most of his oversights in the past.” A laugh leaves her lips. “Not in the front seat. Why, do you want to? Because I definitely would not say no to you.” Her hand reaches over to ruffle his hair as she smiles. “I was raised with the seemingly rare ability to see every person I meet as someone I could love. Not that I usually do, but that’s how my mom is, so that’s how I am. So, yeah, even the first time I stood in your doorway and eavesdropped on you singing, I knew that I could. That I probably would. Crazier things have happened.” This was a typically unseen side of Talia; she wasn’t soft and romantic. She did things hard and fast and without thinking most of the time, so the words coming out of her mouth felt a little foreign. But it was the truth. “I don’t lie to you, Min. I’d never say something if I didn’t mean it, not to you. Especially not something like that. You’ve always intrigued me a little. Turns out that apparently that’s what love feels like.”

“Okay, that was a little irresponsible of him, yes.” Minjun agreed with a slow nod. “But, as a guy I have to give him props because even if that girl quite the scandal maker if I remember correctly, it was pretty good of him to get her to do that.” Humming in thought, there really wasn’t much to think about. He was more putting on a show. “I mean, I’m not going to say no because there’s always been something inherently romantic and alluring about car sex, but I also think it would be easier in a bed where I don’t end up hitting something that would end badly like the door handle or something. The thought drew a laugh out of him because knowing his luck he probably would.